Valkyries are Obsessed with My Transformations! (Honkai Impact 3rd) Chapter 45 45: Otto—He's Coming!

"Kallen, you want to play a ga?"

Kiana whipped out a pair of controllers, her expression turning deadly serious. "Trust , this ga is absolutely top-tier!"

"A... ga?"

Kallen shook her head slightly, a flicker of embarrassnt crossing her face. "I've never played anything from... this era."

"Don't sweat it! I'll show you the ropes!"

As Kiana busied herself cranking up the energy in the room, Kallen slowly began to open up, chatting with everyone gathered in the living room.

However, after a few rounds—which ended with Kallen staring blankly at the controller, unable to even grasp the basic inputs—she couldn't help but steal a glance at Fu Hua.

That look sent a jolt of tension through Fu Hua's chest.

She didn't know if the Kallen from this parallel world would still rember her.

"Um... hello. Have we... t before?" Kallen asked, watching Fu Hua's stoic, unreadable face. She played it off well, sounding just the right amount of hesitant and confused.

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Hearing Kallen speak, Fu Hua's internal tension snapped like a taut string, replaced by relief.

She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, looking genuinely puzzled. "My apologies, Miss Kallen... but I don't believe we've ever crossed paths."

"Is that so?"

Kallen nodded slowly, a touch of self-deprecation bleeding into her eyes. "I suppose that makes sense. This is another world, after all. It's just... looking at you, I feel this faint sense of familiarity."

"Perhaps in another world, five hundred years ago, there was another version of who actually t you?" Fu Hua suggested, her tone thoughtful and sincere.

"Whoa, wait a sec!" Kiana cut in, her face lighting up with excitent. She turned to Kallen eagerly. "Kallen, in your world, was there another version of ?"

"I'm sorry, I never saw anyone like you," Kallen replied, giving Kiana a gentle shake of her head.

"Oh. Right."

Kiana's shoulders slumped instantly.

Between the three parallel worlds they'd encountered, they had run into Yae Sakura, they knew of Bronya, and there was even a Cocolia from Anti-Entropy!

And yet, she still hadn't found a single version of herself.

"But I can tell," Kallen added, her gaze softening as she looked at Kiana with sudden intensity, "that you are a true warrior of the Kaslana line."

"Heck yeah, I am!!"

In an instant, Kiana's mood did a total 180, a wide grin breaking across her face.

"Heh-heh~ My na is Kiana Kaslana, and one day, I'm definitely going to be the strongest Valkyrie ever!"

"I believe you," Kallen said with a firm nod.

That instant, unwavering leap of faith was all it took for Kiana's "Likability ter" for Kallen to hit the ceiling.

However...

Deep down, Kallen couldn't help but wonder: if she were to transform in the future and randomly beco a "Kiana," which version would she get?

From Finality... to Flascion... to...

The thought made her shudder involuntarily.

As long as it's not the Kiana from Houkai Gakuen 2, she prayed.

While they were lost in conversation, the scent of lunch began to drift in from the kitchen where Yae Sakura had been working. It was an intoxicating, savory aroma.

"Whoa... that slls amazing..." Kiana's head practically snapped toward the kitchen.

"Stupid Kiana. No sneaking snacks," Bronya said flatly. She acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened earlier, her voice perfectly serious.

This gave Kallen a mont of pause.

She felt like sothing was slightly off, but looking at Bronya's composed face, she figured she was probably just imagining things.

"Hey! I—I wasn't even thinking about that!" Kiana protested, her face flushing with embarrassnt.

"Kallen, lunch is ready."

Yae Sakura's voice called out from the kitchen, cutting through Kallen's train of thought.

The group made their way to the long dining table, and Kallen took a seat right next to Sakura.

A playful, ironic thought crossed her mind: At the rate things are going, I'll probably end up sitting in every single chair at this table eventually.

The table was a feast for the eyes, crowded with a lavish spread. There was miso soup, fried fish, hearty stews, crispy tempura, sautéed mushrooms, and several delicate side dishes scattered in between.

"Kallen, these are all your old favorites." Sakura placed the final plate of fried shrimp on the table, her eyes filled with a tender, earnest warmth.

"Thank you..." Kallen looked at Sakura, a smile of pure joy and contentnt spreading across her face.

Once the al started, Kallen's "glutton" trait surged to the surface. She and Kiana went toe-to-toe, their chopsticks flying across the table in a blur of culinary bliss.

"Eat slowly, there's plenty more," Sakura whispered. Watching Kallen inhale her food with such gusto made her eyes go a little misty.

The way Kallen looked right now—utterly satisfied and genuinely blown away by how good the food tasted—was exactly how she rembered her.

Watching the scene, Hiko couldn't help but chuckle.

It felt like she was looking at a "plus-sized" version of Kiana.

The Kaslanas really are all cut from the sa cloth, she thought, even the ones from other worlds.

"Looks like we're going to need to stock up on more groceries from now on."

Kiana, her cheeks bulging with food, looked over curiously. "Wh—gulp—why?"

"Because we've got another bottomless pit to feed."

Once lunch was over and everyone had rested for about half an hour, Theresa checked her phone. Her expression suddenly turned grim.

"Everyone."

Her voice was soft but sharp enough to command the room. She looked at them with a heavy seriousness. "My grandfather... is coming."

"Your... grandfather?"

Kallen blinked, montarily stunned.

"Yes," Theresa nodded, her expression flickering with sothing complicated. She lowered her voice to explain. "See, in this world... I was successfully fused with Vishnu's Honkai beast cells, so..."

"So, since you weren't technically 'revived,' Otto views you as his granddaughter," Kallen finished for her.

Theresa nodded solemnly.

"As long as... he hasn't hurt you," Kallen said, her eyes clouding with a complex mix of emotions.

"I suppose that's where our worlds went in different directions," Theresa sighed, a small part of her feeling incredibly lucky.

"Alright. Let's head out to the landing pad and greet the Overseer of Schicksal."

"Right."

At the ntion of Otto, Kallen's deanor shifted, becoming focused and grave.

"Don't worry, Kallen. I won't let Grandpa lay a finger on you!" Theresa promised, giving her a reassuring, determined smile.

"I know."

Kallen t her gaze and nodded gently. But as she studied Theresa's face for a mont longer, a flicker of profound sorrow crossed her features.

It was the look of soone quietly mourning a different Theresa altogether.

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